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Blaze remembered. "That's the same one. I don't know until very recently that even Dragons originated from the fairy. The fairy goddess became sad when she saw her children fighting with each other, so she gifted the powers of the relic to three women, who most probably are fully fae or half-fae like my Mate. Then a dragon would be born as her protector and Mate. Together they would protect both the fae and the dragon races. So our mother decided to become a matchmaker. These three dragons are the protectors, who would be taking the thrones as the three elders" Drake explained. Blaze nodded his head.

“And now I love him even more than I did a few moments ago.” She turns and smiles at me. “It never stops, not when they love you like a mate should. And I think we both know that Yhendorn will always love you like a mate should. So, your love for him will never stop growing. Your heart will never stop feeling like it’s going to burst from your chest with love for him. But we are dragons, my daughter. We are strong, powerful fire dragons and our hearts will always be big enough to take every bit of love that our mates make us feel for them,” she says fiercely. “There is nothing wrong with you, my daughter. You are exactly who you were meant to be, the daughter of a fire dragon.”

“So tell me are there other dragons around the world or are we all that’s left?” Gaz with a look of sadness in his eyes said,” Unfortunately we here are all that I know that have survived an attack on our race by sorcerers and witches who teamed up with other shifters to kill us off the face of the earth. I am very sorry to have heard about Xander and Carla. I know you don’t remember but I am a cousin to your mother. I used to come here many years ago after Carla and Xander became mates. Your mother was carrying you and swore me to secrecy never to tell a soul about you. They kept you hid from the world because they knew you would be more powerful and gifted than any dragon. It was an old pr

The scene then shifted to dragon realm. I witnessed a bloody birthing scene. The momentary flash spared me the actual horror of the scene. It was my beautiful savior. It was the female dragon. The next few flashes gave me the confirmation about her true self. I saw her with Draco inside his harem. I witnessed their intimacy, I witnessed their marriage. My beautiful savior was none other than Kiara, Draco's wife. The moment that realisation hit, something sunk in my pit. My heart dropped. She was Damian's real mother, not myself.

The moon goddess smiled as her. “Don’t worry mother moon I am awake now. I promise to bring him home.’ Rosalie smiled looking up at her. ‘What my child?’ The goddess spoke in shock as to what Rosalie has addressed her as. ‘Mother moon, you are the mother to all dragons. Our creature and now that I carry one I feel like you are my mother to.’ Rosalie gently spoke to her fearing she said something wrong. She was a goddess after all. Maybe she wasn’t aloud to call goddesses mothers. She hoped she would not be punished for this. ‘Please forgive me if I have said wrong.’

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

I question him. I watch as his fist ball up and he gives a heavy sigh. His eyes close and no longer look out the window. "A mate is the gift promised to each dragon to lessen the burden of the curse from our mother. She was cursed by a witch. My mother's name was Io. A little over a one thousand years ago she fell in love with a boy and accidently killed him. His mother the witch was so angry that she cursed my mother to feel her pain one thousand times. Over the years, I guess she grew to feel sorry for us. My mother was never able to love another after her son so she made sure that we could. She gave each of us a mate. It is the only person in the world that we could ever be with" he expla

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

Why did the people she loved always get caught up in criminal cases she never anticipated? “Are you okay, Julie?” her mother asked, noticing how pale and silent she was. Julie didn’t answer—her eyes were filled with sorrow. “I just wanted to marry the man I love, someone who loves me back. But why is everything falling apart? Wasn’t it enough when they took Liam from me?” She screamed in grief, her heart overwhelmed with sorrow. There was nothing she could do. Her face reflected deep depression and stress, and her weak body just wanted to curl up on the hospital bed and cry.

“Thanks for warning me, and for talking with me. I know you’re busy.” “Never too busy for my girls. I love you.” He kissed the top of my head as he got up, needing to get back to his kingly duties. “I love you too.” I watched him cross the lawn before he shifted into his dragon, flying right for the castle. Our citizens were so used to seeing him in his dragon form, they no longer yelled in fear. Thankfully they accept him fully, dragon and all, because of my maternal grandfather. He created a very accepting environment in which the elves were more opened minded. Being a creature that only has one mate they call their chosen one, they usually aren’t very accepting of creatures that are made